PLEASE NOTICE This story is not for unsophisticated, literal-minded readers who might well expect a traditional "romance." This is not your typical twittery "romance" at all. It is QUASI (would-be, wish-it-would-happen) romance. It is also darkish comedy and presents the reader with a series of unpleasant discoveries. For readers with a well-developed sense of humor, it's also lots of fun. ASK YOUR LIBRARIAN TO ORDER THIS ONE ISBN 9781934376225 LCIP 5.5 X 8.5 in. 180pp. Perfectbound: $17. list Community college journalism student Patella Sackworth is midway between depression and elation. She has just been given a part-time job at her grandpa's newspaper. CLICK if it's your pleasure to hear one of Patella's dentist Dr. Sammy Bud Sly's sentimental favorites (here honoring his dear old dad): In this passage from Woman Times One Patella is reviewing her personal romance history: Once in high school I thought I might have a chance at romance. My target was this tall, yellow-haired boy named Joey Kuhl. He is my age and has blue eyes, pink cheeks, and pointed ears, almost like a Vulcan. I even signed up for the class in criminal justice that Joey was taking at Chaud County Community College, a place we call C4. He is dumb enough that he might fall for me if I played it right, I thought. Unfortunately, Joey’s brain was more defective than I figured. In class I would give him passionate glances, and he would look somewhere else, usually in the direction of somebody like tall and skinny Willow Runcible, a girl with long blonde hair who has a lisp and plays the flute. Or else he would look at some passing car like it was edible. There’s no tragedy there to get smart from, only an ache that won’t go away. The BUZZ about Woman Times One Excerpt from Woman Times One Author's E-Mail The music for this page of Balona Books is "O Mio Babbino Caro" by Puccini
Community college journalism student Patella Sackworth is midway between depression and elation. She has just been given a part-time job at her grandpa's newspaper. CLICK if it's your pleasure to hear one of Patella's dentist Dr. Sammy Bud Sly's sentimental favorites (here honoring his dear old dad): In this passage from Woman Times One Patella is reviewing her personal romance history: Once in high school I thought I might have a chance at romance. My target was this tall, yellow-haired boy named Joey Kuhl. He is my age and has blue eyes, pink cheeks, and pointed ears, almost like a Vulcan. I even signed up for the class in criminal justice that Joey was taking at Chaud County Community College, a place we call C4. He is dumb enough that he might fall for me if I played it right, I thought. Unfortunately, Joey’s brain was more defective than I figured. In class I would give him passionate glances, and he would look somewhere else, usually in the direction of somebody like tall and skinny Willow Runcible, a girl with long blonde hair who has a lisp and plays the flute. Or else he would look at some passing car like it was edible. There’s no tragedy there to get smart from, only an ache that won’t go away. The BUZZ about Woman Times One Excerpt from Woman Times One Author's E-Mail The music for this page of Balona Books is "O Mio Babbino Caro" by Puccini
In this passage from Woman Times One Patella is reviewing her personal romance history:
Once in high school I thought I might have a chance at romance. My target was this tall, yellow-haired boy named Joey Kuhl. He is my age and has blue eyes, pink cheeks, and pointed ears, almost like a Vulcan. I even signed up for the class in criminal justice that Joey was taking at Chaud County Community College, a place we call C4. He is dumb enough that he might fall for me if I played it right, I thought. Unfortunately, Joey’s brain was more defective than I figured. In class I would give him passionate glances, and he would look somewhere else, usually in the direction of somebody like tall and skinny Willow Runcible, a girl with long blonde hair who has a lisp and plays the flute. Or else he would look at some passing car like it was edible. There’s no tragedy there to get smart from, only an ache that won’t go away.
The music for this page of Balona Books is "O Mio Babbino Caro" by Puccini
